The culture of dating is strange.
You go to dinner, sit in a booth, then watch each other *scoot* out. You literally watch each other peel two (2) butt cheeks, one by one, from hot sticky vinyl and then locomote in a manner almost exclusively used by babies and penguins to resolve this terrible situation you got yourself into.
Still, the human race persists.
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.